Day 8: A bad habit

I’ve read every one of them. There are stacks of books all around my house. Precarious towers threatening to topple over at any time. Books become like friends to me. Their familiar voices are comforting. Still, they can be eyesores. Clutter. Fire hazards. I’ll be buying new bookcases soon because that is always my solution. I don’t get rid of the books, I buy more shelves.

Trying to come up with a bad habit stumped me for a few minutes because I don’t smoke or drink, bite my fingernails, or blah blah blah. So while brainstorming I wrote this little poem:

I’ve Never

I’ve never had the bad habit

 of chewing my nails

Never owed a gambling debt

To a no necked loan shark

I’ve never cracked my knuckles

Or forgotten to buckle my seat belt

I’ve never eaten a pint of ice cream

In one sitting

While crying my eyes out

Over unrequited love

My house is dusted

and my pants are pressed

I’m virtuous, industrious

And practice my manners

What’s that you say?

Acting holier than thou?

Oh yeah…

I’m guilty of that  (The end)

So, yep…I have a bad habit. I am a clutter bug.

Until tomorrow…